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Songs  &&  Hymns 

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SCHOOLS  &  HOMES, 

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%l       BY 

F.H.  WAGNER, 

KERNVILLE,  FA. 


2      There  is  Beauty  Euery-where, 

There  is  beauty  in  the  skies  at  evening, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  noonday  bright, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  radiant  morning, 
There  is  beauty  in  the  silent  night. 

Beauty,  beauty  ev'ry where, 
Beauty,  beauty  ev'ry  where. 

There  is  beauty  in  the  rolling  river,     j 
There  is  beauty  in  the  sparkling  rill. 
There  is  beauty  in  the  lofty  mountain 
There  is  beauty  in  the  verdant  hill. 

There  is  beauty  in  the  joyous  spring  time, 
There  is  beauty  when  the  bright  leaves  fall 
There  is  beauty  in  the  storms  of  winter 
There  is  summer  beauty  more  than  all. 

Happiness  for  him  who  will- 

Merrily  the  sunbeams  Shimmer  o'er  the  meadow 

Fitfully  the  water  Sparkles  in  the  rill; 

Cherrily  the  bee  hums  'Mid  the  summer  flowers, 

Happiness  is  ev'rywhere  for  him  who  will. 

When  the  falling  snow  flakes  Cover  up  the  flowers, 

When  the  water  ripples  In  the  ice  are  still, 

Then  the  little  snowbird  Whistles  ou  the  fence  railb, 

Happiness  is  ev'rywhere  for  him  Avho  will. 

Hear  the  merry  children  Laughing  in  the  snowdrift 
See  the  hardy  coasters  sliding  down  the  hill, 
Ev'ry  one  is  joyful,   All  the  worid  are  sayiug, 
Happiness  is  ev'rywhere  for  him  who  will . 


SMALL  WE  MEET.      i 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where,  the  surges  cease  to  roll  ? 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever, 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul? 

Cho,  Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river  ? 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  cease  to  roll? 

Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 
When  oar  stormy  voyage  is  o'er 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore. 

Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 
Where  the,  tow'rs  of  crystal  shine  ? 
Where  the  walls  are  all  of" jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine  ? 

Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Savior  , 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own? 
Shall  we  know  His  blessed  favor, 
And  sit   down  upon  His  throne? 

DO  XO  LOGY- 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow. 

Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 

Praise  Faiher,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost- 


4      SPARKLING  AND  BRIGHT- 

Sparkling  and  bright,  in  its  liquid  light, 

Is  the  water  in  our  glasses  ; 
'Twill  give  you  health,  'Twill  give  you  wealth, 

Ye  lads  and  rosy  lasses! 

Cho. —  Oh,  then  resign  your  ruby  wine 

Each  smiling  son  and  daughter, 
There's  nothing  so  good  for  the  youthful  blood 

Or  sweet  as  the  sparkling  water. 

Better  than  gold  is  the  water  cold, 

From  the  crystal  fountain  flowing  ; 
A  calm  delight,  both  day  and  night, 

To  happy  homes  bestowing. 

Sorrow  has  fled  from  hearts  that  bled, 

Of  the  weeping  wife  and  mother. 
They  have  given  up  the  poison'd  cup, 

Sou,  husband,  daughter,  brother, 

THE  LORD'S  PRAYER. 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  Thy  name. 

May  Thy  Kingdom  all  holy  on  earth  be  the  same 
O  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of  bread ; 

It  is  from  Thy  bounty  that  all  must  be  fed . 

Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach  us  to  kuow 
That  humble  compassion  that  pardons  each  foe. 

Saye  us  from  temptation,  from  weakness  and  sin, 
And  Thine  be  the  glory  forever  ^-men. 


Soft  Music  is  Stealing' 

Soft,  Soft  music  is  stealing, 
Sweet,  sweet  lingers  the  strain ; 
Loud,  loud  now  it  is  pealing, 
Waking  the  echoes  again. 
Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 

Join,  join,  children  of  sadness, 
Send,  send  sorrow  away  : 
Now,  now  changing  to  gladness., 
Warble  a  beautiful  lay. 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes. 

Sweet,  sweet ,  melody's  numbers, 
Hark!  Hark!  gently  they  swell, 
Deep,  deep,  waking  from  slumber, 
Thonghtsin  the  bosom  that  dwell. 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes, 

OVER  THE  SNOW- 

Over  an  ocean  of  beautiful  snow, 

Merrily  0!  merrily  O! 
Swift  as  a  bird  in  its  flight  we  go . 

Merrily  merrily  O' 

Cho.  Merrily  merrily  O! 

M  errily  merrily  O! 
Over  the  snow  swiftly  we  go, 

Merrily  merrily  0! 
Under  a  canopy  gemmed  with  light, 

Merrily  O!  Merrily  01 
Speed  we  away  on  our  pathway  bright, 

Merrily  merrily  O! 


Q        Mingling  our  singing  with  jingling  of  bells, 
Merrily  O!  Merrily  0! 
Over  the  valley  our  music  swells, 
Merrily,   Merrily  O. 

LIFE  LET  US  CHERISH- 

Life  let  us  cherish, 

While  yet  the  taber  glows, 

And  the  fresh  flow'ret 
Pluck  ere  it  close. 

Why  are  we  fond  of  toil  and  care, 

Why  choose  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear, 

And  heedless  by  the    lily  stray, 
Which  blossoms  on  our  way? 

When  clouds  obscure  the  atmosphere, 
And  forked  lightnings  rend  the  air 

The  sun  resumes  his  silver  crest, 
And  smiles  adorn  the  west. 

The  genial  seasons  soon  are  o'er, 
Then  let  us,  ere  we  quit  this  shore. 

Contentment  seek  it  is  life's  zest, 
The  sunshine  of  the  breast. 

Away  with  every  toil  and  care, 

And  cease  the  rankling  thorn  to  wear, 

With  manful  hearts  life's  conflict  meet, 
Till  death  sounds  the  retreat. 


Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee* 

Nearer  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee, 
E'en  though  a  cross  it  be 

That  raiseth  me; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 

Nearer^  my  God,  to  Thee  , 
Nearer^  my  God,  to  Thee, 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Though  like  a  wanderer 

Daylight  all  gone ; 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 

Nearer,    my  God,  to  Thee 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  given ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 
Nearer  to  Thee, 

Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  Thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise. 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee 
Nearer  to  Thee. 


8  OCOME,  COME  AWAY- 

O  come,  come  away, 

From  labor  now  reposing, 
Let  busy  care  a  while  forbear, 

O  come,  come  away. 
Come,  come,  our  social  joys  reuew, 

And  there  with  trust  aud  friendship,  too 
Let  true  hearts  welcome  you, 

O  come,  come  away . 

From  toil  and  from  care, 

On  which  the  day  is  closing, 
The  hour  of  eve  brings  sweet  reprieve, 

O  come,  come  away. 
O  come  where  love  will  smile  on  thee. 

And  round  the  heart  will  gladness  be, 
And  time  fly  merrily. 

O  come,  come  away. 

While  sweet  Philomel, 

The  weary  trav  ler  cheering, 
With  evening  song  her  notes  prolong, 

O  come,  come  away 
In  answ'ring  song  of   sympathy. 

We'll  sing  in  tuneful  harmony, 
Of  hope,  joy,  liberty, 

O  come,  come  away. 

The  bright  day  is  gone. 

The  moon  and  stars  appearing 
With  silv'ry  light  illume  the  night, 

O  come,  come  away. 


We'll  join  in  grateful  songs  of  praise,  $ 

To  him  who  crowns  our  peaceful  days, 

With  health,  hope,  happiness, 
Oh  come,  come  away. 

Jesus  lover  of  my  soul. 

Jesus!  "lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high, 
Hide  me  0!  my  savior  hide. 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide, 
O,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

Other  refuge  have  I  none, 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee, 
Leave,  ah!  leave  me  not  alone, 
Still  support  and  comfort  me . 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stay'd 
All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring, 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found. 
Grace  to  pardon  all  my  sins: 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 
Make  aud  keep  me  pure  within 
Thou  of  life  a  fountain  art, 
Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee: 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart 
Rise  to  all  eternity-. 


10      Christmas  all  year  long- 

"Auld  Lang  Syne." 

Old  Christmas  came  with  ancient  fame, 

And  all  were  joyful  then  ; 
But  must  we  mope,  or  wait  in  hope,. 

Till  Christmas  comes  again? 

Cho.  —  The  seasons  call,  both  one  and  all, 

For  glad  and  happy  song  ; 
And  they  who  bring  their  hearts  to  siug, 

Keep  Christmas  all  year  long. 
When  winter  reigns  o'er  hills  and  plains^ 

And  wields  his  sceptre  cold, 
His  royal  hand  bestrews  the  land 

With  blessings  never  told. 

When  spring  succeeds  with  brilliant  deeds 

In  robes  of  verdure  cladf 
With  queenly  voice  she  bids  rejoice, 

And  all  the  world  is  glad. 

In  length  of  days  bright  Summer  sways^ 
With  youth  and  beauty  crown'd, 

At  his  be-hest  the  earth  is  blest, 
And  hope  and  joy  abound. 

And  autumn  brings  rich  golden  things. 

To  meet  the  want  of  men, 
His  bounty  pour'd,  enough  is  stored 

Till  harvest)  comes  a^ain. 


King  Christmas  too,  will  come  anew,  11 

And  all  his  blessings  pour; 
But  feasting  glee  must  thankful  be 
For  seasons  gone  before. 

There  is  a  joy  without  alloy 

That  comes  at  Christmas  tide  : 
Divinely  giv'n,  it  comes  from  heav'n 

At  any  time  beside. 

HOME,  SWEET  HOME- 

'Mid  pleasure  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place,  like  home  ; 
A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 
Which  seek  thro'  the  world,is  ne'er  met  with  elsewhere. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet,  home, 

There's  no  place  like  home, 

Oh!  there's  no  place  like  home. 

I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild, 
And  feel  that  my  mother  now  thinks  of  her  child, 
As  she  looks  on  the  moon  from  her  own  cottage  door, 
Thro' the  wood-bine  whose  fragrance  shall  cheer  me 

[no  more.] 
An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in  vain, 
Oh,  give  me  my  lowly  thath'd  cottage  again, 
The  birds  singing  gaily,  that  came  at  my  call, 
Give  me  them,  and  that  peace  of  mind  dearer  than  all. 


12  COLUMBIA. 

Oh,  Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean; 
The  home  of  the  brave  and  the  free, 
The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  devotion, 
A  world  offers  homage  to  thee, 
Thy  mandates  make  heroes  assemble  T 
When  Liberty's  form  stands  in  view; 
Thy  banners  make  tyranny  tremble, 
When  borne  by  the  red,  white,  and  bltte.  . 

When  war  wing'd  its  wide  desolation, 
And  threaten'd  the  laiad  to  deform, 
The  ark,  then  of  freedom's  foundation, . 
Columbia,  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm  ; 
With  her  garlands  of  vict'ry  around  ker,~ 
When  proudly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
With  her  flag  proudly  floating  before  her, . 
The  boast  of  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 

The  star  spangled  banner  bring  hither, 

O'er  Columbia's  true  sons  let  it  wave; 

May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither^. 

Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave. 

May  the  service  united  ne'er  seyer 

But  they  still  to  their  colors  prove  true, 

The  army  and  navy  forever, 

Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white,  and  blue. 


The  Golden  Rule  18- 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, 
Oh  that's  the  law  for  me  ; 
Were  this  the  law  for  all  the  world. 
How  happy  we  should  be. 

The  golden  rule,  the  golden  rule, 
Oh  that's  the  law  for  me, 
To  do  to  others  as  I  would 
That  they  should  do  to  me. 

Were  this  the  rule  in  harmony 
Our  lives  would  pass  away 
And  none  would  suffer,  none  be  poor, 
And  none  their  trust  betray  . 

The  Farmer* 

Shall  I    show  you  how  the  farmer, 
Shall  I  show  you  how  the  farmer, 
Shall  I  show  you  how  the  farmer, 
Sows  his*  barley  and  wheat? 

Look  'tis  so,  so  that  the  farmer. 
Look  'tis  so,  so  that  the  farmer, 
Look  'tis  so,  so  that  the  farmer, 
Sows  his*   barley  and  wheat. 
[*  For  2d  verse  sing — "mows  his'* 
3d,  "brings  in'^  4th    "threshes"— 
thus  making  four  verses.] 


/ 


IJf  National  Hymn 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Laud  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  Freedom  ring! 
My  native  country  thee, 
Land  of  the  ooble  free, 

Thy  name  I    love. 
I  love  thy  rocks  aud  rills. 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills. 

Like  that  above. 
Let  music  swell  the  breeze 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees, 

Sweet  freedom's  song  , 
Let  mortal  tongues  awi\ke; 
Let  all  that  breathes  partake  : 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 
Our  father's  God  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing  ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 

Great  God  our  Kina! 


The  Little  Easy  Bee  15 

O  the  little  busy  bee, 

In  the  garden  you  may  see 

Gath'ring  honey  thro'  the  golden  Summer  hours, 

He  is  cheery  and  he's  gay, 

And  intent  he  works  away, 

Storing  treasures  from  the  sweetest  blooming  flow'rs 

Cho.  Working,  working  in  the  sunbeams 

Gath'ering  honey  all  the  day 

O  the  little  busy  bee 

Is  the  type  for  you  and  me 

For  the    Winter  he  provides  in  sunuy  May. 

When  the  lark  springs  from  the  corn 

In  the  early  Summer  mom, 

And  ascends  on  wiugs  of  gladness  to  the  sky. 

O  the  little  busy  bee 

To  his  labor  goeth  he, 

You  may  hear  his  merry  song  as  he  goes  by 

In  the  sultry  glare  of  noon, 

Still  lie  sings  his  merry  tune, 

As  he  ranges  thro*  the  depth  of  some  bright  dell, 

If  you  try  to  shut  him  in, 

i  ou  will  hear  a  pretty  din. 

And  may  chance  to  jzet  an  angry  blow  as  well. 

When  the  slowly  sinking  sun. 

Tells  that  day  is  nearly  done, 

Then  the  little  bee  no  more  iucliu'ed  to  roam 

With  his  laden  bag  and  thighs, 

Like  an  earnest  worker  hies, 

To  the  lowly  straw-built  cot  where  is  his  homet 


16  Lightly  Row- 

Lightly  row!  Lightly  row! 

O'er  the  glassy  waves  we  go ; 
Smoothly  glide!  Smoothly  glide! 

On  the  silent  tide. 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 

Mingled  with  our  melody 
Sing  and  float!  Sing  and  float! 

In  our  little  boat. 

Far  away!   Far  away! 

Echo  in  the  rock  at  play^ 
Calleth  not!  Calleth  not! 

To  this  lonely  spot, 
Only  with  the  sea-bird's  note, 
Shall  our  dying  music  float 
Lightly  row!  Lightly  row! 
Echo's  voice  is  low. 

Lightly  row!  Lightly  row' 

O'er  the  glassy  waves  we  go, 
Smoothly  glide!  Smoothly  glide! 

On  the  silent  tide. 
Let  the  winds  and  waters  be 

Mingled  with  our  "melody  ; 
Sing  and  float!  Sing  and  float! 

In  our  little  boat. 


WEEP  FOE  THE  FALLEN.      17 

Weep  for  the  fallen!  hang  your  heads  in  sorrow, 
And  mournfully  sing  the  requiem  sad  and  slow, 
Thousands  have  perished  by  the  fell   destroyer, 

Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty 

Oh,  weep  for  youth'and  beauty, 
Oh  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low! 

Voices  of  wailing  tell  of  hopeless  anguish, 
While  sorrowing  mothers  bid  us  onward  go 
Hark!  to  their  accents,  they  the  broken  hearted, 
Who  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 
Who  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 
Who  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low! 

Hear  how  they  bid  us  sound  the  timely  warning, 
While  yet  there  is  hope  to  shun  the  cup  of  woe, 
For  is  it  nothing,  ye  who  see  no  danger, 

To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 

To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 
To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low! 

Weep  for  the  fallen!      but  amid  your  sorrow, 

Forget  not  the  Cross  that  freedom  can  bestow. 

Rescue  the  nation  from  the  fell  destroyer,, 
For  why  should  youth  and  beauty, 
For  why  should  youth  and  beauty, 

For  why  should  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  lie  low! 


18  Never  say  fail, 

Keep  working,  'tis  wiser  than  sitting  aside, 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail! 
And  dreaming,  and  sighing,  and  waiting  the  tide  ; 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail! 
In  life's  earnest  battle  they  only  prevail, 
Who  daily  march  oaward  and  never  say  fail! 

Never  say  fail!  Never  say  fail! 

Never,  oh,  never  say  faill 

In  life's  rosy  morning,  in  manhood's  fair  pride> 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail  I 
Let  this  be  your  motto;  your  footsteps  to  guide., 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail' 
In  storm  and  in  sunshine  whatever  assail, 
Push  onward  and  conpuer,  and  never  say  fail! 

Never  say  fail'  Never  say  fail! 

Never,  oh,  never  say  fail! 

Beulah  Land, 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 

And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 
Here  shines  undimm'd  one  blissful  day, 

For  all  my  night  has  pass'd  away. 

Cho.  O  Beulah  land  sweet  Beulah  land, 
As  on  thy  highest  mount  I  stand, 

\  look  away  across  the  sea, 

Where  mansions  and  prepared  for  me, 

And  veiw  the  shining  glory  shore ; 
My  heav'n,  my  home  forevermore. 


Tbe  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me,  ]_Q 

And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 

He  gently  leads  me  by  the  hand, 
For  this  is  Heaven's  border  land. 

The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me  , 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody 

As  angels  with  the  white-robed  throng 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. 

If  a  body  Uriels  a  Lesson* 

If  a  body  finds  a  lesson 

Rather  hard  and  dry, 
If  no  body  comes  to  iShowy  him, 

Need  a  body  cry  ? 
If  he's  little  time  to  study 

Should  he  stop  and  sigh  ? 
Ere    he  says'I  can  not  get  it,' 

Ought  he  not  to  try. 

If  a  body  scans  his  lesson 

With  a  steady  eye, 
All  its  hardness  he  will  conquer, — 

Conquer  by  and  by. 
Then  how  neatly  he'll  recite  it^ 

Face  not  all  awry! 
Ne'er  again  he'll  say  ll  can  notl 

But  will  go  and  try! 


20  The  King  and  Miller- 

There  dwelt  a  miller,  hale  and  bold, 

Beside  the  river  Dee  ; 
He  work'd  and  sang  from  morn  till  night , 

No  lark  more  blithe  then  he  ; 
And  this  the  burden  of  his  song 

Forever  used  to  bej 
^'I  envy  no  one — no,  not  I! 

And  no  one  envies  me! 

"Thou'rt  wrong,  my  friend,"  said  old  king  Hal , 

As  wrong  as  wrong  can  be  ; 
Jb'or  could  my  heart  be  light  as  thine, 

I'd  gladly  change  with  thee, 
And  tell  me  now.  what  makes  thee  sing 

With  voice  so  loud  and  free, 
While  I  am  sad  ;  though  I'm  a  King, 

Beside  the  river  Dee'/' 


The  miller  smiled  and  doffed  his  cap-  - 

'I  earn  my  bread"  quoth  he, 
k'I  love  my  wife   I  love  my  frieud, 

UI  love  my  children  three. 
I  owe  no  one  I  cannot  pay, 

I  thank  the  river  Dee, 
That  turns  the  mill  that  grinds  the  corn 

To  feed  my  babes  and  me. 


"Good  friend,''  said  Hal,  and  sighed  the  while 

VFarewell  and  happy  be: 
But  say  no  more,  if  thou' dst  be  true 

That  no  one  envies  thee, 
Thy  mealy  cap  iswoith  my  crown, 

Thy  mill  my  kingdom  fee, 
Such  men  as  thou  are  England's  boast, 

Oh   miller  of  the  Dee! 

A  ROSY  CROWN. 

A  rosy  crown  we  twine  for  thee, 
Of  Flora's  richest  treasure, 

We  lead  thee  forth  to  dance  and  glee, 
To  mirth  and  youthful  pleasure. 

Take,  O  take  the  rosy,  the  rosy  crown 
Take,  0  take  the  rosy,  the  rosy  crown, 

The  myrtle,  thyme,  and  eglantine, 
One  blended  wreath  discloses  ; 

And  bid  their  fragrant  breath  combine 
With  those  emblushing  roses. 

We  bade  the  fairest  flowers  that  grow, 

Their  varied  tribute  render, 
To  shine  above  that  brow  of  snow 

In  all  their  sunny  splendor. 
Then  deign  to  wear  the  wreath  we  twine 

Thy  beauteous  ringlets  shading  ; 
And  be  its  charms  a  type  of  thine 

Iu  all  except  their  fading. 


f       TEE  MO  WEK'8  SONG  ■ 

When  early  morning's  ruddy  light 
Bids  man  to  labor  go: 
We  haste  with  scythes  all  sharp  and  bright 
The  meadow  grass  to  mow, 
We  mowers,  dal  de  ral  day, 
We  cut  the  lilies  and — 
ha!   ha!  ha!  ha!   ha!   ha! 
Hey,  dey,  dey,  yes,  hey,  dey,  day, 
We  cut  the  lilies  and  hay. 
The  cheerful  lark  sings  sweet  and  clear 
The  blackbird  chirps  away, 
And  all  is  lively,  sprightly  here 
Like  merry,  merry  May, 
We  mowers,  dal  de  ral  d&yj 
We  roll  the  swath  of  green — 
ha!  ha!  ha!  ha!  ha!  ha! 
Hey,  dey,  dey,  yes,  hey,  dey,  day, 
We  roll  the  swath  of  green  hay. 
The  maidens  come  in  gladsome  train 
And  skip  along  their  way, 
Rejoiced  to  tread  the  grassy  plain, 
And  toss  the  newmown  hay. 
The  maidens,  dal  de  ral  day, 
They  rake  the  lilies  and— 
ha!  ha!  ha!  ha!  ha!    ha! 
Hay,  dey,  dey.  yes,  hty,  dey,  dey, 
They  rake  the  lilies  and  hay. 


ill  Hail  the  Power  of  Jesus'  name-  %3 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name: 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
Siuners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  feet 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 
Let  ev'ry  kindred  ev'ry  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball , 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Twilight  is  falling, 

Twilight  is  stealing  over  the  sea^ 
Shadows  are  falling  dark  on  the  lea, 
Borne  on  the  night  winds  voices  of  yore 
Come  from  the  far-oft  shore. 
Cho  .  Far  away  beyond  the  star-lit  skies, 
Where  the  love-  light  never^  neverdies, 
Gleameth  a  mansion  fill'd  with  delight, 
Sweet,  happy  home  so  bright. 
Voices  of  lov'd  ones!  songs  of  the  past! 
Still  linger  round  me,  while  life  shall  last, 
Lonely  I  wander,  sadly  I  roam, 
Seeking  that  far-off  home. 
Come  in  the  twilight,  come,  come  to  me! 
Bringing  some  message  over  the  sea, 
Cheering  my  pathway,  while  here  I  roam 
Seeking  that  far-off  home. 


<&l  A  WA  Y  TO  aCRO OL- 

Our  youthful  hearts  for  learning  burn, 

Away,  away  to  school: 
To  science  now  our  steps  we  turn  ; 

Away,  away  to  school, 
We  turn  from  home  and  all  its  charms, 
And  leave  our  parents'  loving  arms  ; 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school 

Away,  away  to  school. 

Behold  a  happy  band  appears  : 

Away,  away  to  school, 
The  shout  of  joy  now  fills  our  ears : 

Away,  away  to  school, 
Our  voices  ring  in  music  sweet, 
When  with  our  friends  in  school  we  meet; 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school, 

Away,  away  to  school. 

No  more  we  roam  in  idle  play, 

Away,  away  to  school. 
In  study  now  we  spend  the  day! 

Away,  away  to  school^ 
United  in  a  peaceful  band 
We're  join'd  in  heart   we're  joiu'din  hand 

Away  to  school,  away  to  school 

Away,  away  to  school. 


IS E  MILLERS  DA  UGS  TEE  .  %& 

♦ 

|j  :  Down  the  stream  so  cheerily 

Beside  the  mill  we  row, 
Where  the  echoes  merrily 

Their  playful  chorus  throw  ;  :  || 

CHO-Tra  la  la  la,  la  la  la  la  la  la  la 

la  la  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la 
To  the  pretty  Natalie 

A   passing  draught  we  fill, 
Sweetly  singing  there, 

Where  tic-tac,  tic-ta<3  goes  the  mill, 
Tic-tac,  tic-tac  goes  the  mill, 

Tic-tac  goes  the  mill. 


When  we  call,  oh,  readily 

She  answers  us  again, 
And  stops  the  wheel  right  steadly, 

To  hear  our  homeward  strain. 


Parting  then,  regretfully, 
We  turn  the  dark'ning  hill, 

With  "Pretty  maid,  adieu," 

AiM  tic-tac,  tic-tac  goes  the  mill. 


26        Come,  Cheerful  Companions 


Come,  cheerful  companions,  unite  in  our  song, 

Here's  to  the  friends  we  love! 
May  bountiful  Heaven  their  sweet  lives  prolong! 

Here's  to  the  friends  we  love . 

Cho.   Oh,  sympathy  deepens  whenever  we  sing  ; 
Friendship's  the  mystical  word  in  our  ring; 

Here's  to  our  friends! 

Here's  to  our  friends! 
Here's  to  the  friends  we  love! 


And  first,  the  dear  parents  who  watch  o'er  our 
They  are  the  friends  we  love!  [youth 

And  next  are  the  teachers  who  tell  us  of  truth, 
They  are  the  friends  we  love! 


Next,  think  of  the  absent  to  all  us  dear, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love! 
Oh,  would  they  were  with  us^  we  would  they  were 

They  are  the  friends  we  love!  (here! 


And  here's  to  the  good,  and  the  wise,  ana  the  true, 

They  are  the  friends  we  love! 
Their  beautiful  lives  are  for  me  and  for  you. 

They  are  the  friends  we  love! 


Rose  of  Allandale-  27 

The  morn  was  fair,  the  skies  were  clear, 

No  breath  came  o'er  the  sea, 

When  Mary  left  her  highland  cot, 

And  wander'd  forth  with  me 

The  flowers  deck'd  the  mountain  side, 

And  fragrance  fill'd  the  vale, 

By  far  the  sweetest  flower  there, 

The  rose  of  Allandale. 

CHo.-Was  the  rose  of  Allandale, 

Was  the  rose  of  Allandale. 

Where'er  I  wander'd,  east  or  west, 

Tho'  fate  began  to  lower, 

A  solace  still  was  she  to  me, 

In  sorrow's  lonely  hour  : 

When  tempests  lash'd  our  gallant  bark^ 

And  rent  her  shivering  sail, 

One  maiden  form  with-stood  the  storm, 

'Twas  the  rose  of  Allandale. 

And  when  myfever'd  lips  were  parch'd 
On  burning  Afric's  sand^ 
She  whisper'd  notes  of  happiness, 
And  tales  of  distant  land  : 
My  life  had  been  a  wilderness, 
Unblest  by  fortune's  gale, 
Had  fate  not  link'd  my  lot  to  hers, 
The  rose  of  Allandale. 


38  Wake  wake,  the  morning. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning^  bright  the  golden  ray! 
All  our  hearts  rejoicing  hail  the  newborn  day^ 
Come,  O  Lord,  our  Saviour,  bless  our  youthful  band 
Grant  us  heavenly  favor ;  guard  us  with  thy  hand. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning  ;  happy ^  happy  day: 
A.11  our  hearts  and  voices  grateful  homage  pay, 
May  the  King  of  Glory  from  his  throne  above, 
Shed  his  gentle  spirit,  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

Wake,  wake  the  morning,  joyful  tidings  bear  : 
Children's  hearts  and  voices  blend  in  greatful  pray'r 
Come   O  Lord  our  Saviour,  make  us  all  thine  own. 
Like  the  pure,  sweet  angels  dwelling  round  thy  throne 


The  silently  falling  snow- 

In  Hakes  of  a  feathery  white, 

'Tis  falling  so  gently  and  slow  ; 
Oh!  pleasant  to  me  is  the  sight, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow; 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow, 

Snow,  snow,  snow, 
When  silently  falling  the  snow. 


The  earth  is  all  covered  to  day  <£<) 

With  mantle  of  radiant  show,        * 

It  sparkles  and  shiDes  in  the  ray 
In  crystals  of  glittering  snow  ; 

||  Snow,  snow,  snow, 
In  crystals  of  glittering  snow- 


Oh,  happy  the  snow  birds  I  see, 
While  hopping  and  flitting  they  go! 

They  tell  of  a  lesson  to  me, 

While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow, 

| Snow,  snow,  snow. 
While  feeding  in  beautiful  snow. 


How  spotless  it  seems  and  how  pure, 
I  would  that  my  spirit  were  so! 

Then,  long  as  my  soul  shall  endure, 
More  brightly  Pd  shine  than  the  snow  : 

||Snow,  snow,  snow, 
More  brightly  I'd  shine  than  the  snow. 

But  soon  with  the  breath  of  the  spring, 
Down  streamlets  and  rivers 'twill  flow 

The  seasons  of  summer  will  bring, 
Bright  flowers  of  silvery  snow, 

|  |Snow,  snoWj  snow, 
Bright  flowers  of  silvery  snow . 


30         BOJVJVIH  DOON. 

Ye  banks  and  breas  of  bonnie  Doon, 

How  can  ye  bloom  sae  fresh  and  fair, 
How  can  ye  sing,  ye  little  birds, 

And  I  sae  weary  full  of  care? 
You'll  break  my  heart,  ye  little  birds, 

That  wanton  through  the  flow'ring  thorn, 
Ye  mind  me  of  departed  joys, 

Departed,  never  to  return. 

Oft  have  I  strayed  by  bonnie  Doon, 

To  see  the  rose  and  woodbine  twine  ; 
Where  ilka  bird  sang  of  his  love, 

And  fondly  sae  did  I  o'niine, 
With  lightsome  heart  I  pulled  a  rose, 

Full  sweet  upon  its  thorny  .tree. 
But  my  false  lover  stole  the  rose, 

And  left  the  thorn  behind  to  me. 

AMERICA. 

God  bless  our  native  land! 

Firm  may  she  ever  stand} 
Through  storm  and  night ; 

When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
liuler  of  wind  and  wave, 

Do  Thou  our  country  save 
By  Thy  great  might! 


For  her  our  pray'rs  shall  rise  ,  $ 2 
To  God  above  the  skies, 

On  Him  we  wait, 

Thou  who  art  ever  nigh^ 

Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 
God  save  the  State! . 

Little   Things 

Little  drops  of  water, 

Little  grains  of  sand, 
Make  the  mighty  Ocean 
And  the  beauteous  land. 

And  the  little  moments, 
Humble  though  they  be, 

Make  the  mighty  ages, 
Of  eternity 

So  our  little  errors, 

Lead  the  soul  away. 
From  the  paths  of  virtue, 

Oft  in  sin  to  stray. 

Little  deeds  of  kindness, 

Little  words  ot  love. 
Make  our  earth  an  Eden 

Like  the  Heaven  above. 

Little  seeds  of  mercy* 

Sown  by  youthful  hands, 
Grow  to  bless  the  nations 
Far  in  heathen  lands. 


32  Follow  me  full  of  glee 

Children  go,  to  and  fro, 

In  a  merry,  pretty  row, 
Footsteps  light,  faces  bright, 

'Tis  a  happy,  happy  sight. 
Swiftly  turning  round  and  round, 

Do  not  look  upon  the  ground: 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee? 

Singing  merrily. 

Cho.  Singing  merrily,  merrily,  merrily, 
JSiug  merrily ,  merrily,  merrily, 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee, 
Singing  merrily. 

Birds  are  free,  so  are  we, 

And  we  live  as  happily ; 
Work  we  do,  study  too, 

Learning  daily  something  new, 
Than  we  laugh,  and  dance  and  sing, 

Gay  as  birds  or  anything, 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee 

Singing  merrily. 

Work  is  done,  play's  begun, 

Now  we  have  our  laugh  and  fun: 
Happy  days,  pretty  plays, 

And  no  naughty,  naughty  ways. 
Holding  fast  each  other's  hand, 

We're  a  happy,  cheerful  baud, 
Follow  me,  full  of  glee, 

Singing  merrily, 


A  ULD  LAJV  G  S IJYE-  38 


Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  miud? 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  auld  lang  syne  ? 

Cho. — For  auld  lang  syne,  my  dear, 

For  auld  lang  syne  ; 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet 

For  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  run  aboot  the  braes, 

And  puM  the  gowans  fine  ; 
But  we've  wander'd  many  a  weary  foot 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  sporten  i'  the  burn 

Frae  moruiu'  sun  till  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roared 

Sin'  auld  lang  syne. 


And  here's  a  hand,  my  trusty  frien,' 
And  gie's  a  hand  o'thine, 

We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet, 
For  auld  lang  syne, 


34  Twinkle*  twinkle  little  star- 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  little  star, 
How  I  wonder  what  you  are. 

Up  above  the  world  so  high, 
Like  a  diamond  in  the  sky! 

Cho.   Twinkle,  twinkle  little  star, 
How  I  wonder  what   you  are. 

When  the  blazing  sun  is  gone, 
When  He  nothiug  shines  upon, 

Then  you  show  your  little  light, 
Twinkle,  twinkle  all  the  night. 

Then  the  trav'ller  in  the  dark 
Thanks  you  for  your  tiuy  spark  ; 

He  could  Dot  see  which  way  to  go, 
If  you  did  not  twinkle  so. 

In  the  dark  blue  sky  you  keep, 

While  you  through  my  window  peep 

And  you  never  shut  your  eye^ 
Till  the  sun  is  in  the  sky. 

Rome,  can  I  forget  thee- 

Home,  home,  can  I  forget  thee, 

Dear,  dear,  dearly  loved  home, 
No,  no,  still  I  regret  thee, 

Tho'  I  may  far  from  thee  roam. 
Home,  home,  home,  home 
Dearest  and  happiest  home. 


Home,  home,  why  did  I  leave  thee?  35 

Dear,  dear  friends,  do  not  mourn, 

Home    home  once  more  receive  me, 
Quick  to  thee  I'll  return . 

Happy  Land* 

There  is  a  happy  land^ 

Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand. 

Bright,  bright  as  day  ; 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing. 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour  King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring, 

Praise,  praise,  for  aye! 

Bright  in  that  happy  land^ 

Beams  ev'ry  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand, 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won, 
And  bright  above  the  sun, 

We'll  reign  for  aye' 

Come  to  that  happy  laud 

Come,  come  away, 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand, 

Why  still  delay 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  Thee, 
Blest,  blest  for  aye! 


36      DECK  THE  HALL 

Deck  the  hall  with  boughs  of  holly, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 

'Tis  the  season  to  be  jolly, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Don  we  now  our  gay  apparel, 

Troll  the  ancient  Christmas  carol, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 


See  the  blazing  yule  before  us, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Strike  the  harp  and  joiu  the  chorus, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la 

Follow  me  in  merry  measure, 

While  I  tell  of  Christmas  treasure^ 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 


Fast  away  the  old  year  passes, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 

Hail  the  Dew,  ye  lads  and  lasses! 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la. 

Sing  we  joyous  all  together, 

Heedless  of  the  wind  and  weather, 
Fa  la  la  la  la  la  la  la  la . 


Mountain  Maid's  Invitation     37 

Come,  come,  come, 

O'er  the  hills  free  from  care, 
In  my  home  true  pleasures  share, 

Blossoms  sweety  flowers  most  rare, 
Come  where  joys  are  found. 

Here  the  sparkling  dews  of  morn, 
Tree  and  shrub  with  gems  adorn 

Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn, 
Beauty  all  around. 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la 

Jewels  bright,  gaily  worn, 
Beauty  all  arouud. 


Come,  come,  come, 

Not  a  sigh,  not  a  tear, 
E'er  is  found  in  sadness  here 

Music  soft  breathing  near^ 
Charms  away  each  care, 

Birds  in  joyous  hours  among 
Hill  and  dale,  with  gratetul  song, 

Dearest  strains  here  prolong, 
Vocal  all  the  air, 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Dearest  strains  here  prolong^ 
Vocal  all  the  air  ? 


gg    Come,  come,  come; 

When  the  day's  gently  gone, 
Evening  shadows  coming  on, 

Then,  by  love  kindly  won, 
Truest  bliss  be  thine. 

Ne'er  was  found  a  bliss  so  pure, 
Never  joys  so  long  endure  ; 

Who  would  not  love  secure  ? 
Who  would  joys  decline? 

Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la 
Tra  la  la  la  la  la  la, 

Who  would  not  love  secure? 
Who  would  joys  decline? 

HOBBY-HORSE 

Hop,  hop,  hop!  nimble  as  a  top^ 
Where  -'tis  smooth  and  where  'tis  stony, 

Trudge  along  my  little  pony, 
Hop,  hop,  hop;  hop,  hop!  nimble  as  a  top. 

Whoa,  whoa,  whoa!  How  like  fun  you  go! 

Very  well,  my  little  pony, 

Safe's  our  jaunt  tho'  rough  and  stony, 

Spare,  spare,  spare,  spare,  spare! 
Sure  enough  we're  there. 

Here,  here   here!  yes,   my  pony  dear; 

Now  with  oats  and  hay  I'll  treat  you! 
And  with  smiles  will  ever  greet  you, 

Pony,  pony  dear!  yes,  my  pony  dear. 


Flow  gently:  sweet  Jlfton.        39 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  amang  thy  green  braes, 

Flow  gently,  I'll  sing  thee  a  song  in  thy  praise^ 
My  Mary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream, 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton,  disturb  not  her  dream. 
iThou  stock-dove,  whose  echo  resounds  from  the  hill, 

Ye  wild  whistling  black-birds  in  yon  thorny  den, 
Thou  green  crested  lapwing,  thy  screaming  forbear, 

1  charge  you,  disturb  not  my  slumbering  fair. 

How  lofty,  sweet  Aftoa,  thy  ueigboring  hills, 

Far  marked  with  the  courses  of  clear  winding  rills 
There  daily  I  wander  as  morn  rises  high, 

My  flocks  and  my  Mary's  sweet  cot  in  my  eye. 
How  pleasant  thy  banks  and  green  valleys  below, 

Where  wild  in  the  woodlands  the  primroses  blow: 
There  oft,  as  mild  evening  creeps  over  the  lea, 

The  sweet  scented  birk  shades  my  Mary  and  me. 

Thy  crystal  stream,  Afron,  how  lovely  it  glides. 

Aud  winds  by  the  cot  where  my  Mary  resides! 
How  wanton  thy  waters  her  snowy  feet  lave,  (wave 

As  gathering  sweet  fluwerets,  she  stems  thy  clear 
Flow  gently,  sweet  Aflon,  amang  thy  green  braes, 

Flow  gently,  sweet  river,  the  theme  of  my  lays: 
My   Mary's  asleep  by  thy  murmuring  stream. 

Flow  gently,  sweet  Afton.  disturb  not  his  dream. 


40  UPIDEE- 

The  shades  of  night  were  falling  fast, 

Tra  la  la,  Tra  la  la, 
As  through  a  mountain  village  passed, 

Tra  la  la  la  la 
A  youth  who  bore,  'mid  snow  and  ice, 

A  banner  with  the  strange  device. 

Cho. — Upideei,  deei,  da^  Upidee,  Upida, 
Upideei,  deei,  da  Upideeida! 

His  brow  was  sad  ;  his  eye  beneath, 

Tra  la  la,  fra  la  *a? 
Flashed  like  a  falchion  from  its  sheath, 

Tra  la  la  la  la, 
And  like  a  silver  clarion  rung, 

The  accents  of  that  uuknown  tongue. 

4*0  stay,"  the  maiden  said,  "and  rest, 

Tra  la  la,  Tra  la  la. 
Thy  weary  head  upou  my  breast!" 

Tra  la  la  la  la, 
A  tear  stood  in  his  bright  blue  eyei 

But  still  he  answers  with  a  sigh.    . 

At  break  of  day,  as  heavenward 
The  pious  monks  of  Saint  Bernard, 

Uttered  the  oft-repeated  prayer. 
A  voice  cried  through  the  startled  air, 

A  traveler,  by  the  faithful  hound, 

Half  buried  in  the  snow  was  found  ; 
Still  grasping  in  his  hand  of  ice 

That  banner  with  the  strange  device. 


MILL    MAY  41 

The  strawberries  grow  in  the  mowing,   Mill  May, 

And  the  bobolink  sings  on  the  tree; 
On  the  knolls  the  red  clover  is  growing   Mill  May, 

Then  come  to  the  meadow  with  me. 

Cho— Yesi  come;  the  ripe  clusters  among  the  thick 
grass, 

We'll  pick  in  the  mowing.  Mill  May,  Mill  May  ; 
And  the  long  afternoon  together  we'll  pass, 

When  the  clover  is  growing,  Mill  May,  May  May, 
When  the  clover  is  growing,  Mill  May, 

Come,,  come,  ere  the  season  is  over.  Mill  May, 
To  the  fields  where  the  strawberries   grow  : 

While  the  thick  growing  stems  and  the  clover  Mill  May 
Shall  meet  us  wherever  we  go. 

The  sun  slanting  under  your  bonnet,  Mill  May, 
Will  soon  bring  a  soft  glow  to  your  face, 

And  your  lip — the  strawberries  leave  on  it  Mill  May 
A  tint  that  the  sea  shell  would  grace. 

Paddle    Jour  own  Canoe- 

I've  traveled  about  a  1bit  in  my  time, 

And  of  troubles  I've  seen  a  few  ; 
But  found  it  better  in  ev'ry  clime, 

To  paddle  my  own  canoe 
My  wants  they  are  small  I  care  not  at  all, 

If  my  debts  are  paid  when  due. 
I  drive  away  strife  in  the  ocean  of  life, 

While  I  paddle  my  own  canoe. 


J^c£  Cho. — Then  love  your  neighbor  as  yourself, 
As  the  world  you  go  traveling  through  ; 

And  never  sit  down  with  a  tear  or  a  frown, 
But  paddle  your  own  canoe. 

It's  all  very  well  to  depend  on  a  friend, 

That  is,  if  you've  proved  him  true, 
But  you'll  find  it  better  by  far  in  the  end, 

To  paddle  your  own  canoe. 
To  borrow  is  dearer  by  far  than  to  buy, 

A  maxim,  though  old,  still  true, 
You  never  will  sigh  if  you  only  will  try, 

To  paddle  your  own  canoe. 

If  a  hurricane  rise  in  the  midday  skies, 

And  the  sun  be  lost  to  view . 
Move  steadily  by  with  a  steadfast  eye, 

And  paddle  your  own  canoe. 
The  daisies  that  grow  in  the  bright,  green  fields 

Are  blooming  full  sweet  for  you^ 
So  never  sit  down  with  a  tear  or  a  frown. 

But  paddle  your  own  canoe. 

Tramp,  Tramp,  Tramp. 

In  the  prison  cell  I  sit? 

Thinking  mother,  dear  of  you, 
And  our  bright  and  happy  home  so  far  away, 

And  the  tears  they  fill  my  eyes 


Spite  of  all  that  I  can  do^  J,g 

Tho'  I  try  to  cheer  my  comrades  and  be  gay. 

Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching, 

Cheer  up  comrades  they  will  come, 
And  beneath  the  starry  flag 

We  will  breathe  the  air  again, 
Of  the  freeland  in  our  own  beloved  home. 

Cho. — Tramp,  tramp,  tramp,  the  boys  are  marching, 

Cheer  up  comrades,  they  will  come, 
And  beneath  the  starry  flag, 

We  shall  breathe  the  air  again, 
Of  the  freeland  in  our  own  beloved  home. 

In  the  battle  front  we  stood 

Wheu  their  fiercest  charge  they  made 
And  they  swept  us  off  a  hundred  men  or  more. 

But  before  we  reached  their  lines, 
They  were  beaten  back  dismay' d 

And  we  heard  the  cry  of  victory  o'er  and  o'er. 

So  within  the  prison  cell, 

We  are  waiting  for  the  day 
That  shall  come  to  open  wide  the  iron  door, 

And  the  hollow  eye  grows  bright, 
And  the  poor  heart  almost  gay, 

As  we  think  of  seeing  home  and  friends  once  more. 


4Ji  When  the  green  leaves- 


When  the  green  leaves  come  again,  my  love, 
When  the  green  leaves  come  again, 

Why  put  on  a  dark  and  cloudy  face, 

When  the  green  leaves,  When  the  green  leaves, 
When  the  green  leaves  come  again  ? 

Ah!  the  spring  will  still  be  like  the  last, 

Of  its  promise  false  and  vain. 
And  the  summer  die  in  winter's  arms, 

Ere  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

So  the  seasons  pass,  and  so  our  lives, 

Yet  I  never  will  complain  ; 
But  1  sigh,  while  yet  I  know  not  why — 

When  the  greeji  leaves  come  airuiu. 


Nay,  lift  up  your  thankful  eyes,  my  love! 

Thinking  less  of  grief  and  paiu^ 
For  as  long  as  hill  and  vale  shall  last, 

Will  the  green  leaves  come  again. 

Sure  as  earth  lives  under  winter's  snow, 
Sure  as  love  lives  under  paiu. — 

It    is  good  to  sjing  with  every  tiling^ 
When  the  green  leaves  come  a<rain. 


Old  Folks  At  Some'  Jfd 

Way  down  upon  the  Swanee  river, 

Far,  far  away 
There's  where  my  heart  is  turning  ever, 

There's  where  the  old  folks  stay. 
All  up  and  down  the  whole  creation, 

!Sadly  I   roam, 
Still  longing  for  the  old  plantation, 

And  the  old  folks  at  home. 

Cho. —  All  the  world  is  sad  and  dreary 

Ev'ry  where  I  roam, 
Oh  darkies    how  my  heart  grows  weary, 
Far  from  the  old  folks  at  home. 

One  little  hut  among  the  bushes, 

One  that  I  love. 
Still  sadly  o'er  my  mein'ry  rushes, 

No  matter  where  I  rove  ; 
When  will  I  see  the  bees  a  humming, 

All  around  the  comb  ? 
When  shall  I  hear  the  banjo  tuning, 

Down  in  my  good  old  home? 

All  round  the  little  farm  I  wandered* 

When  I  was  young, 
Then  many  happy  days  I  squandered, 

Many  the  songs  I  sung. 
When  I  was  playing  with  my  brother, 

Happy  was  I 
Oh,  take  me  back  to  my  kind  mother, 

There  let  me  live  and  die . 


46    Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic 

Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glory  of  the  coming  of  the 

Lord; 
He  is  trampling  out  the  vintage  where  the  grapes  of 

wrath  are  stored ; 
He  hath  loosed  the  fateful  lightning  of  His  terrible 
swift  sword, 

His  truth  is  marching  on, 

Cho.  Glory!  glory  hallelujah! 

His  truth  is  marching  on. 

I  have  seen   Him  in  the  watch-fires  of   a  hundred 

circling  camps. 
They  have    builded  Him  an  altar  in      the  evening 

dews  and  damps, 
I  can  read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim     and 
flaring  lamps, 

His  day  is  marching  on. 

I  have  read  a  fiery  gospel  writ  iu  burnished  rows    of 

steely 
As  ye  deal  with  my  contemners,   so  with  you  my 

grace  shall  deal. 
Let  the  Hero  born  of  woman  crush  the  serpent  with 

his  heel, 

Since  God  is  marching  on. 

He  has  sounded  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall    never 
call  retreat  ^ 

He  is  sifting  out  the  hearts  of  men  before    His  judg- 
ment seat ; 

Oh,  be  swift,  my  soul,   to  answer  Him!   be  jubilaut 
my  feet! 

Our  God  is  marching  on. 


Stveet  Hour  of  Prayer.       Jf7 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  Sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 

Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 

My  soul  has  often  found  relief^ 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 

By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  Sweet  hour  of  prayer! 

Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness. 

Engage  the  wailing  soul  to  bless. 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face^ 

Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on   him  my  ev'ry  care. 

And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  Sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

May  I  thy  consolation  share: 
Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height^ 

I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight, 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop  and  rise 

To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
And  shout,  while  passing  though  the  air, 

Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 


48  SWINGING- 

Oh  the  sports  of  childhood! 

Roaming  thro'  the  wild  wood, 
Running  o'er  the  meadows  happy  and  free, 

But  my  heart's  a  beating, 
For  the  old  time  greeting. 

Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple-tree. 

Cho.  Swinging,  swinging,  swinging,  swinging, 
Lulling  care  to  rest  'neath  the  old  apple  tree, 

Swinging,  swinging,  swinging,  swinging, 
Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple  tree. 

Swaying  in  the  sunbeams, 

Bloating  in  the  shadow, 
Sailing  on  the  breezes,  happy  and  free  ; 

Chasing  all  our  sadness, 
Shouting  in  our  gladness. 

Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple  tree. 

Oh,  the  sports  of  childhood! 

Roaming  thro'  the  wild  wood, 
Swinging  o'er  the  meadows,  happy  aud  free, 

How  my  heart's  a  beating, 
Thinking  of  the  greeting, 

Swinging  'neath  the  old  apple  tree . 


Just  Before  the  Battle  Mother      49 

Just  before  the  battle  Mother, 

I  am  thinking  most  of  you, 
While  upon  the  field  we're  watching, 

With  the  enemy  in  view — 
Comrades  brave  around  me  lying, 

Filled  with  thot's  of  home  and  God. 
For  well  we  know  that  on  the  morrow, 

Some  will  sleep  beneath  the  sod. 

Cho. — Farewell,  Mother,  you  may  never 

Press  me  to  your  heart  again, 
But  Oh,  you'll  not,  forget  me,  Mother, 

It'  I'm  numbered  with  the  slain. 

Oh,  I  long  to  see  you,  Mother, 

And  the  loving  ones  at  home, 
But  I'll  never  leave  our  banner, 

Till  in  honor  I  can  come, 
Tell  the  traitors  all  around  you, 

That  their  cruel  words  we  know, 
In  ev'ry  battle  kill  our  soldiers, 

By  the  help  they  give  the  foe. 

Hark!  I  hear  the  bugles  sounding 

"lis  the  signal  for  the  fight, 
Now,  may  God  protect  us,  Mother 

As  he  ever  does  the  right. 
Hear  the  "Battle-Cry  of  freedoi 

How  it  swells  upon  the  aii7 
Oh,  yes,  we'll  rally  round  the  standard, 

Or  we'll  perish  nobly  there. 


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50  G0OD-B1E. 

Farewell,  farewell  is  a  lonely  sound 

And  always  brings  a  sigh, 
But  give  to  ine  when  loved  ones  part, 

That  sweet  old  word  "good-bye/, 
That  sweet  old  word  "good-bye," 

But  give  to  me,  when  loved  ones  part, 
That  sweet  old  word  "good-bye.4 •' 

Farewell,  farewell  may  do  for  gay, 
When  pleasure's  throng  is  nigh, 

But  give  to  me  that  better  word 

That  comes  from  the  heart  "good-bye," 

That  comes  from  the  heart  "good-bye,'' 
But  give  to  me  that  better  word, 

That  comes  from  the  heart  c 'good-bye" 


Adieu,  adieu  we  hear  it  oft 

With  a  tear^  perhaps  with  a  sigh 
But  the  heart  feels  most  when  the  lips  move  not 

And  the  eye  speaks  the  gentle  "good-bye.'' 


Farewell,  farewell  is  never  heard^ 
When  the  tear's  in  the  mother's  eye, 

Adieu,  adieu  she  speaks  it  not , 
But,  My  love,  good-bye  good-bye. 


Work  for  the  Night  is  Coming-   51 

Work,  for  the  night  is,  coming? 

Work  through  the  morning  hours, 
Work  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 

Work  mid  springing  flowers  ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighten 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun, 
Work  for  the  night  is  coming. 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

Work,  for  the  night  is.  coming  , 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor. 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon: 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  : 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies  ; 
Work  till  the  last  beamfadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work,  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  over. 


52  MARYLAND- 

The  despot's  heel  is  on  thy  shore, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

His  touch  is  at  thy  temple  door, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

Avenge  the  patriotic  gore 

That  flecked  the  streets  of  Baltimore. 

And  be  the  battle  queen  of  yore, 
Marylaud!  my  Maryland! 

Dear  mother!  burst  the  tyrant's  chain, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

Virginia  should  not  call  in  vain, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland! 

She  meets  her  sisters  on  the  plain  ; 

"Sic  semper"  'tis  the  fond  refrain 

That  baffles  millions  back  amain, 
Maryland!  my  Maryland" 

I  hear  the  distant  thunder  hum, 
Maryland  !  my  Maryland! 
The  Old  Line's  bugle, fife,  and  drum. 

Maryland!  my  Maryland ! 
She  is  not  dead,  nor  deaf,  nor  dumb. 
Huzza!  she  spurns  the  Northern  scum. 
She  breathes, — she  burns, — she'll  come, 
she'll  come! 

Maryland!  my  Maryland. 


m,  b,  a  53 

The  A,  B  ,  C,  is  pleasant  to  rue, 
I'm  learning  all  the  day, 
v  Whene'er  I  look  on  the  page  of  a  book 
I  can  see  but  A,  B,  C- 

Cho.  A,  B,  C,  D,  E,  E.  G, 

H,  I,  J,K,  L,  M,  N,  0,P, 
And  down  to  X;  Y.  Z. 

If  I  can  fix  these  marks  twenty-  six 

In  my  careless  Little  head, 
I'll  read  ev'ry  book  as  soon  as  I  look, 
At  the  letters  o'er  it  spread. 

I  now  will  learn  them  all  in  their  turn, 

The  letters  large  and  small : 
For  how  can  I  spell  or  pronounce  them  well, 

Till  I  have  learned  them  all. 

The  bees  and  flies  have  bright  little  eyes,, 

But  they  cannot  read  like  me  : 
They  crawl  on  the  book  and   seem  to  look 

But  they  don't  know  A,  B,  C. 


ONW'AED 

ktOnward,  onward,  ever  onward,'' 

Is  the  nations  cry; 
"Freedom's  cause  will  never  languish^' 

One  and  all  reply. 


5^.    Cho — Shout  aloud  the  joyful  chorus 
To  the  land  we  love, 
For  who  loveth  not  his  country 
Must  unfaithful  prove. 

Onward^  onward,  land  we  cherish, 

Bound  by  union's  tie, 
May  the  banner  waving  o'er  us 

Ever  float  on  high . 

^nward,  let  our  noble  country 

Ever  lead  the  van, 
Trusting  in  the  God  of  nations 

For  the  guiding  hand. 

TO  SCHOOL. 

To  our  school,  happy  school,  we  will  go. 
To  our  books  and  slates,  haste  away  ; 

And  in  school  all  our  time  well  employ ; 
Never  leaving  to  idle  or  play. 

Cho.   To  our  school  we  will  go, 

Though  the  wind  and  the  storm  may  be  near, 

To  our  school  we  will  go, 
'Tis  the  home  of  our  childhood  so  dear . 

To  our  school,  pleasant  school,  we  will  go, 
And  in  youth  every  moment  employ  : 

To  improve  mind  and  heart,  we  will  try, 
And  our  life  will  be  pleasure  and  joy. 


To  our  school,  pleasaut  school,  we  will  go,        J£ 
Where  are  friendships  that  never  shall  fade, 

Where  are  hopes  that  are  tender  and  pure, 
Bursting  forth  into  life  newly  made. 


GAI  AJVI)  HAPPY. 

We're  the  school  that's  gay  and  happy, 
In  our  places  always  found  ; 
When  the  bell  rings  out  its  welcome^ 
'Tis  to  me  a  merry  sound. 

Chorus. 
So  let  our  playmates  roam  as  they  will, 

Here  we  will  be  happy  still, 
Seading,  spelling^  playing,  singing, 

We'll  be  gay  and  happy  still ; 

If  we  only  do  our  duty, 

Faithful  follow  every  rule, 
Then  we  shall  be  glad  and  happy 

In  our  ever  pleasant  school. 

Let  us  ever,  as  true  scholars, 

Mind  the  lessons  we  are  taught, 
None  but  idle^  disobedient^ 


In  the  dunces'  seat  are  caught. 


56  SHERMAN 

Hail  glorious  chief  the  country's  pride 

For  victory  follows  thee : 
Thy  fame  is  spreading  far  and  wide^ 

Great  cheiftain  of  the  free, 
The  bravest  army  iu  the  world, 

Is  being  led  by  you, 
While  freedom's  banner  is  unfurled, 

By  the  bonnie  boys  in  blue, 

Clio, — 0  General  Sherman  O, 
O  General  Sherman  O. 
The  boys  iu  blue  will  light  with  you, 
O  General  Sherman  0, 

On  Shiloh's  bloody  battle-field, 

He  met  Old  Beauregard  : 
Who  found  that  Sherman  would  not  yield^ 

And  he  took  it  very  hard, 
He'd  water  his  horse  in  the  Tennessee, 

That's  what  he  said  he'd  do, 
But  Billy  Sherman  got  in  the  way. 

With  the  bonuie  boys  in  blue. 

And  when  the  rebels  on  Vicksburg's  heights 

Were  all  Coralled  by  Grant, 
Joe  Johnston  thought  heM  give  us  fits, 

But  Sherman  said  you  can't 
Joe  Johnston  found  there  were  some  things 

That  lie  could  never  do, 
He  has  to  run  when  Sherman  brings 

His  bonnie  boys  iu  Blue, 


On  Mission  Ridge  he  met  the  foe,  57 

With  Thomas  and  with  Grant, 
And  on  that  glorious  field  you  know, 

Our  banners  they  did  plant. 
Old  Bragg  and  All  his  army  fled 

What  else  could  Braxton  do, 
When  Grant  and  Sherman  nobly  led 

The  bonnie  boys  in  blue. 

Atlanta  next  was  Sherman's  aim 

Though  Dalton  blocked  the  way, 
But  flanking  was  the  kind  of  game 

That  Sherman  knew  would  pay^ 
Joe  Johnston  found  that  to  retreat 

Was  all  the  way  to  do, 
For  it  was  dangerous  to  meet 

The  Bonnie  Boys  in  blue. 

From  Dalton  down  to  Tennessee 

Joe  Johnston  did  retreat 
From  there  he  found  he  must  withdraw 

Or  meet  a  sore  defeat, 
B&v'a  hood  I'll  try  the  flanking  game, 

But  he  did'^t  make  it  pay 
While    Thomas  brought  Old  Hood  to  shame 

Sherman  went  his  way. 

COLUMBIA. 

AIR— '    A  ULD  LANG  S  YNE. " 

Columbia,    my  native  home, 

If  e'er  my  fate  should  be, 
In  foreign  lands  to  toil  or  roam, 

My  heart  will  cling  to  thee. 


?)$       Columbia!  O,  how  I  prize 

Thee,  Dative  laud  of  mine  ; 
Italia's  blue  and  sunny  skies, 
Are  not  more  bright  than  thine. 

Columbia,  no  other  land, 

Is  half  so  good,  so  free; 
Tho'  diadems  may  them  command, 

Thy  laurel  wreaths  for  me. 

ColumbL,  nhere'er  I  go, 
My  heart  will  ever  be, 
Thro'  joy  or  grief,  thro'  weal  or  wo, 
|  My  native  land,  with  thee. 

MARCHING  ALONG- 

The  -hildren  are  gath'ring  from  near  and  from  far, 
'I  he  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 

The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  aDd  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor,  and  be  marching  along. 

Cho. — Marchiiie  along,  we  are  marching  along 

Gird  on  the  4rmor  and  be  marchiug  along, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  loug, 
Then  ijrird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  ak .•• 
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The  foe  is  before  us  in  battle  array, 

But  let  us  not  waver  nor  turn  trom  the  way, 
The  Lord  is  our  strength   be  this  ever  our  song. 
With  courage  and  faith  we  are  marching  along. 

Through  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowns  we  must  win 

For  here  we  contend  'gainst  temptation  and  sin  ; 
But  one  thing  assure?:  us,  we  can  not  go  wrong, 
If  trusting  our  Saviour,  while  marching  along. 


